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Lee: Good morning everyone!
*sips coffee* *inhales deeply* Ahhh…. Sorry where were we? Oh yes. Good
morning, *shuffles notes* *eyes coffee cup longingly* Havan made me come over
here today to get us started. Thank you for inviting us back, Dawn. Dawn’s
Reading Nook is one of our favorite places to hang out on a book tour. It’s all
so comfortable and homelike here, and the books…
Havan: Oh yeah, lots of books and
coffee with good people :)
Lee: Anyway… Thank you for the
invitation. For those of you who are new to us, I’m Lee Brazil and the charming
flirt at the coffee table trying to steal everyone’s coffee is my co-author
Havan Fellows. We’re the authors of the Hearts of Parkerburg series.
Havan: Stealing is such a harsh
word...sharing sounds so much nicer.
Lee: It’s an all new year, and
we’re hard at work writing-
Havan: *slaps palm over Lee’s
mouth*
Lee: *pries fingers away and glares*
What?
Havan: Besides the fact that I
like to feel on you? We aren’t supposed to give spoilers! Dawn specifically
said this is a no spoiler zone...
Lee: Fine. We’re working. On
something. Together. But I can’t tell you what. Except that maybe on Valentine’s
Day you might get to go back to Parkerburg again.
Havan: Because Cupid loves to have
target practice in Parkerburg. :)
Lee: *snicker* yeah…
Thanks Dawn for allowing us into your
Reading Nook. :) If you’d like to read all the spoilers *wink wink*, check out the books Christmas
in His Heart and Heart on the Run…with
more to come too! Because the Hearts of Parkerburg are enough to make you go
woo woo.
Now let's check out Lee Brazil & Havan Fellows' Heart on the Run...
Series: Hearts of Parkerburg
Book: Two (can be read as a standalone)
Publisher: Appleton Publishing Avenue
Cover
Artist: Author.Services
Blurb:
Charles Darwin Millsworth,
Chaz to one and all since infancy, has no wish to live up to the grandeur of
his name. Fortunately, his Southern belle mama isn’t at all inclined to push
her son into a career that won’t make him happy. She thinks he needs to loosen
up and enjoy life. After all, that’s the whole point of being independently
wealthy, isn’t it?
Chaz can see her point, but his
father died in his forties as did his father before him. As far as Chaz is
concerned, he has limited time on this earth to make his dreams come true. And
he refuses to leave anyone weeping over a wasted life.
Sprocket Moretti is a simple
guy. He loves his job, enjoys college, lives in his beloved childhood home—why
worry about the little things when the big stuff looks so good. Unfortunately
one of the little things he tries not to stress over is a broken friendship
with a very hot and bewildering sous chef. They were pals, hung out and had
fun. But one night they stepped over that invisible line, and the next morning
Chaz kicked Sprocket out of his bed and his life.
Now, no matter how much
Sprocket tries to charm Chaz, the guy has no desire to return to their pre-sex
playful bantering ways. And if Sprocket stays true to his motto, this little
thing—Chaz—should be written off and never worried about again.
If Sprocket had known one
night of reality altering orgasms would endanger their easygoing friendship…
How do you finish that sentence when all your mind wants is its friend back and
all your body wants is another taste?
Pages or Words: 59,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Holiday
Excerpt:
Sprocket grabbed the grande
hot chocolates—with a dash of his favorite flavoring, pecan—and reached the
gazebo with five minutes to spare, per the clock tower.
He set the drinks on the
bench of the gazebo so he could spread the blanket across the floor.
“Wow, that’s a huge blanket,”
Chaz stated as he took the three step up to stand at the edge of it.
“Never took you for a size
queen.” Sprocket winked as he handed him a cup of steaming goodness. “So, what’s
for lunch?”
“Oh, well…” Chaz held the
basket close to his chest as he slipped off his shoes and situated himself in
the middle of the blanket. “Not much.” He pulled a thermos from the basket. “I
made homemade tomato soup and chicken salad sandwiches.” He set the thermos
down and pulled out wrapped sandwiches, a bag of croutons, a plastic bowl with
a translucent red lid, and a small stack of china dishes in rapid succession.
“My grandma used to make me
tomato soup and grilled cheese all the time. Except she’d actually grill the
cheese before putting it on the sourdough toast. I tried to make it once…didn’t
end so well.” He laughed as he shook his head, settling down next to Chaz on
the blanket.
“But I’ve heard you and Mason
talk; you cook most of the time between the two of you.”
Sprocket accepted the
sandwich handed to him and nodded. “Yep. Well you know, we both can cook, but
neither of us gets much fun out of it.” He unwrapped the sandwich and picked up
half, biting into it. He couldn’t suppress his moan. Damn that was good, and
Chaz put nuts in it for crunch, walnuts and pecans. How did he know pecans were
Sprocket’s favorite? A part of him wanted to believe maybe Chaz had asked
around. Anyone in Craft Time would know and Prudence did too.
Not that it mattered either
way. Nothing strange about a friend—and only a friend—knowing something as
mundane as that. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “And we definitely don’t do
fancy. Unless you count roast, but even then I sprinkle the seasoning on it and
throw it in the oven. No fuss, no muss.”
With his next bite, something
popped in his mouth, making him want to gag. He held it back, and while Chaz
gazed out over the park at the kids running in the playground Sprocket lifted
the toast to see what he bit into. Grapes. He grimaced as he quickly plucked
the halved grapes out of the salad and dropped them on the napkin by his leg.
“You don’t like grapes?”
Sprocket jumped. Fuck…busted.
“I like them fine. I like them right off the vine, frozen, even mashed up as wine…don’t
like them so much with seeds, though.”
“Or in a sandwich,
apparently.” Chaz noted, gesturing to the evidence on the blanket between them.
“Well…” Sprocket jammed the
rest of the sandwich in his mouth and chewed slowly, biding himself some time. While
he was trying to break down the enormous amount of food in his mouth, he
grabbed the other half of the sandwich and proceeded to pick the grapes out of
that also.
Chaz raised an eyebrow at him,
and he shrugged. He’d already been caught, no use faking it up now.
Reaching over, Chaz snatched
Sprocket’s wrist and guided it to his mouth. Sprocket gulped the food in his
mouth down, his stomach somersaulting either from the partially chewed lump it
just received or because of the man sitting across from him on the blanket.
This wasn’t what friends did.
Friends didn’t use their friend’s fingers as utensils. Still, he probably could’ve
gotten past this moment if there hadn’t been a smidge of mayonnaise on the tip
of his nail. Chaz spotted it, and while staring Sprocket in the eye, he put
that spot right in front of his mouth. They sat like that for an eternity.
Sprocket could feel his heart pounding fast, wondered if his pulse alerted Chaz
to his extreme interest in the man’s next move.
He wanted to shout at Chaz to
lick him. Do it now. Put him out of his misery. There was nothing Sprocket
wanted more than to experience the wetness of Chaz’s tongue as it cleaned the
white stuff from his finger. That was a lie. Sprocket wanted them to make more
white stuff that had to be cleaned off, the kind you couldn’t purchase in a
store. Well, maybe you could purchase it…but he really didn’t want his brain to
go off on that tangent.
Finally—finally!—Chaz licked
the condiment off. Before he could move back and call an end to this little
episode, Sprocket broke free of his grip and hooked his hand behind the other
man’s neck, holding him there, unable to move away.
When their lips met, it wasn’t
gentle and coaxing. Sprocket wasn’t in that kind of mood. He wanted bad and he
wanted now. Fuck friends. That whole concept was overrated if it kept him up
all night in need. Anyway, this wasn’t his fault. Chaz started this shit;
Sprocket would finish it.
And this time, he’d be better
prepared. When Chaz kicked him the fuck out of his life, it wouldn’t tear him
apart. Because no matter what, he’d make sure there wasn’t a spot in his heart
for Chaz. Sprocket willingly would give up half his bed for the man, but
nothing more.
While diving his tongue in
Chaz’s mouth—reaching far enough back he could say with great certainty Chaz no
longer had tonsils—Sprocket damn near convinced himself that he could do that,
too.
Then Chaz whimpered, his hand
pressing against Sprocket’s chest, right over his heart, and Sprocket knew he
was a goner.
Tour
Dates & Stops:
19-Nov:
Parker Williams, Bayou
Book Junkie
24-Nov:
Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings,
26-Nov:
Unquietly
Me,
Love
Bytes
3-Dec: TTC Books and More
5-Dec: The
Jena Wade, Jessie G. Books
8-Dec: V's Reads, Cathy Brockman Romances
10-Dec:
Nautical
Star Books, Louise Lyons
12-Dec:
My
Fiction Nook
17-Dec:
Jessie
G. Books
19-Dec:
The Day
Before You Came
22-Dec:
QUEERcentric
Books
24-Dec:
Prism
Book Alliance
26-Dec:
Kimi-Chan
31-Dec:
BFD
Book Blog, Alpha Book Club
2-Jan: Sassygirl Books, Dawn’s
Reading Nook
Meet the authors:
Lee
Brazil:
Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a
librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a
touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into
worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so
much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and
wondered why you don’t fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and
see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are
fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at
exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I
write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s
why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship
captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a
writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be,
because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages,
who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
Havan
Fellows:
I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate,
frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in
writing thanks to a little thing called…edits.
Okay no, seriously…I'm a simpleminded person who enjoys the escape
from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to
continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp
Friction writers, creating intermingling books in a world all our own.
I recently took the drastic step of quitting my EDJ (evil day job)
and am now living in the gorgeous desert in Arizona making a go at this writing
stuff full time…and I can’t see me regretting this decision ever.
Just like every other red-blooded human—I get a little bouncy when
I get mail (any kind too…email, comments, private messages…you wanna do it, do
it with me *winks*). So feel free to drop me a line—whether it's on my blog,
twitter, PInterest, or you track me down on FaceBook or Google +…it's easy to
catch someone who wants to be caught.
Where to find the authors:
Lee
Brazil:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lee.brazil
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/leebrazilauthor
Twitter: @leebrazil
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/leebrazil/
Newsletter Signup: http://eepurl.com/qBhBb
Havan
Fellows:
Twitter - @havanfellows
Pinterest - https://www.pinterest.com/havanfellows/
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